Just One Puff, But I Got Hooked.
So much I wished when I was young. I hadn't regarded smoking as harmless as fun. I remember well how I felt so grand, To act like a man with a smoke in my hand. What sorrows for me could a tobacco bring? This was just a childhood thing. Smoking cigarette puffs one after the other to inhale the toxic air more and more because I want to down my sadness by smoking away the pain. We all get addicted to something that takes away pain. Till I feel free in my mind and you know we inhale the very thing that kills us, just so we can feel more ALIVE. With every puff that I take I burn away something maybe some of my internal strife and some of the conflicts with others or anything that bothers me. I calm down with a every blow of smoke. Cigarette told me, "Today you are crushing me, who knows tomorrow you will be buried in this mother land." How can something so bad feel so good? I smoke your name like cigarette rolled in the leaves of my diary. I inhale ...